Oh! Regard this lovely formal exploration of rectangles, texture, and value: isn't it terrific?
I love finding these amazing compositions that just happened from actions of an entirely different nature. This wall has a long bracket of some kind, which used to hold something (a sign?) that is long gone. There is also a lovely dark stain around some kind of placard that was attached to the wall with maybe thick double sided tape? All that is history, of course, and it hardly matters that someone might have been quite frustrated over weeks and months, trying to keep a stuck up onto this rough stucco.
The staining of water and time and wind, and the tapings and signs and brackets are now just exactly what they are: a very lovely composition. They interest me for their poetical connotations, yes, but also because they are the kind of marks that happen in the course of life, they are not self-conscious marks.
Sticklers & shutterbugs might argue that they are self-conscious now, here, as I have 'taken' them and 'presented' them to you, but, I think we can enjoy them together with or without semantics and semiotics.
